Je suis miserables

They say misery loves company, but that's not true. Misery loves darkness and it wants to encompass you in it. It creeps its way into the corners of your long days; into the shadows of your tiring weeks until it envelopes you. You move around with a blank stare and a heavy heart. It will take your dog, your best friend, your job until it crushes you beneath the weight of it all. Your shoulders slump and your feet drag. You move through life barely able to see through all those dark clouds until one day you find yourself wondering when in the world it became this difficult to get out of bed.


It's been a rough week month.